The PeneloPEChronicles

Get your beady little eyes off my tummy - it's a sore subject. Move on.

Hey My People -

Hopefully I wasn’t such a Debbie Downer with this post. I would feel horrible if I turned my beloved readers off. Anywho, it’s time to bring you the second installment of my road trip to Grammy and Pop Pop’s.

My adventures in the bathtub have made way for a new love affair. I am in a full blown romance with the swimming pool. The water, the people, the water, the sun, my bathing suit, the water, and the water. I will give up crying when I’m hungry if you can find anything better that the swimming pool (that’s a joke – I’m still a baby. dream another dream).

As soon as I saw my bffe, Adiya, swimming with Aunt Becca, I demanded that Grammy and/or Mommy and/or Pop Pop to get me in there immediately.

....and away I go!!!

Wait - put me back in!

Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about Grammy!

Tee Hee!

The Living the Dream Swim Team - coming back at cha for Independence Day!

Hey guys -

I thought I should let you know that despite a lot of the sunshine and glee that’s been a big part of my life, my adventures haven’t all been exactly filled with joy and the like. Quite frankly, I’ve spent a healthy amount of time bent out of shape. I’m not expecting every moment to be a winning one, but that doesn’t mean I have to take every ounce of bile thrown in my direction (didn’t know I knew that word, did you?) with a smile on my face. I’m not playing around either. I may throw up on myself and enjoy dirtying diapers, but that shouldn’t suggest that I’m here for everyone’s amusement 24/7. You’d better start taking me seriously, because this isn’t a joke (and by ‘you’ I mean Daddy especially and his fancy friends).

Let me take you back to the first couple days of my life. Those had to be all good, right? Wrong. I put up a good front, but many moments of my first days were disasterous. Take this picture for example. What do I have to be unhappy about you ask? Take a look at the writing on my sleeping attire: "Sweet Baby Boy" This would be a great outfit if I had a 'y' chromosome. But here's a newsflash for my parents: I'M A DOUBLE X YOU LOONS! YOU KNEW THAT ALMOST 4 MONTHS BEFORE I GOT HERE! You wanna know what their excuse was? "It was one of the only things we had that fit you because you were so little." Fair excuse? Nuh uh, bad - nay - horrible excuse! You knew I was going to be little too. Thanks a bunch for getting me girl clothes that fit - SIKE! Some other low-lights from my first few days included:

How about having this weird contraption shoved in your mouth after a few hours of legal existence?

Or how about a jam packed car ride - in the LITERAL SENSE?!

Yet another form-fitting get-up. Good God Almighty.

Moving on, here’s a brief lesson in being misunderstood:

This face means "Put Me Down" not "Slobber me down with your enormous lips."

The strain in my brow along with my frown don't mean rejoice, they mean "Put the camera down and flip me over"

...and my horrible poses for horrible pictures are not invitations for repitition

Phew. Thanks for letting me share everyone - I feel a little better already.....

*Sigh* It’s not all fun and games when you’re two months old. We all make mistakes and are responsible for accidents. At least that’s what I hear. The past week or so of my life has been littered with misfortune to those around me. By “those” I mean Mommy and Daddy (with Mommy taking it on the chin). I should stop dilly dallying and just get into it, huh? Fine.

1) I’m getting hungrier, eating more (Daddy joked I was becoming a glutton, whatever that is), and thus dropping #2s in spades. I’m responsible for the tragic stains of several of my outfits/onsies, several of mommy’s outfits, a chair, and one of my Boppy covers. We’re holding out hope, but some of these may become casualties.

2) In related news, said #2s are soaking my diapers beyond their set capacity. Mommy thinks I just need bigger diapers. I let her believe that for a spell, but I should confess that I have a lot more where those came from and that nature’s wrath may be unstoppable.

3) The other day, I #1′d on my changing mat while Daddy was reaching for a new diaper. While this wasn’t the first time this happened, this happening in particular was monumental. I soaked the mat and my outfit…..and maybe I rolled around in it. And MAYBE I ACCIDENTALLY put my face in my vitamin water. (Don’t judge me)

4) And then……well…..this happened:

Yep, that's a #2 stain. It was equally beautiful, shocking, amazing, and tragic. The changing station mat is in intensive care, but in stable condition. Daddy likes its chances. One more thing before I end this embarrassing post. Unfortunately the stain doesn't capture the extent of the damage. The circle is where Daddy keeps my bathtime caddy - or used to. It's a basket with my soap, lotion, oil, shampoo and baby powder. I think I killed it. Alright, confession's over, I'm getting out of here.

  Hello my friends,

Before I get into my latest adventure, I’m hoping someone could clarify something for me. A few weeks ago, I was in Jersey. Everyone kept saying it was new. All I kept thinking was that all the stores and houses were built pretty fast. Then I went to Pop Pop and Grammy’s house for the first time last week. They live in York, and according to mommy, that place is new too. I’m confused. Was I born just in time for all of these new places? Were they built for me? Why don’t mommy and daddy live somewhere new? Get back to me guys.

Hmmm…what was I going to say? Oh yeah – visited Pop Pop and Grammy’s house last week, and to my surprise my cousins Adiya and Akash were there with Aunt Becca. It was an embarrassment of riches!

I hope I grow up to be as pretty as the rest of my family.

When I grow up, I want to work with Pop Pop. He gets to stay at home, wear what he wants, and he can take naps with me. How could it get better?

I'm in absolute awe of my cousin Akash. When do I get my teeth? How do I get them to look that good? Does it hurt? Stay tuned for Part II.....

Oh hi!!! My people, I have an announcement: there has been a development in my life that I think you all should know about. See below………….

As you can see, bathtime was a very horrible event in the Carroll household. I screamed. I cried. I hated bath water, soap, and suds.

To top things off, mommy and daddy thought my trauma in the bathtub was most hilarious. If I were allowed to swear, I'd say some bad things. Shame you two, shame.

And then it happened. I don’t know how, but a change of heart came down from the heavens. Bath time became FUN TIME!!!!

#1, Look how much bigger I am. #2, I'm fascinated with water. I'm captivated by the way it feels. I don't have the words yet to put it into words.

...and the absolute best part is when Daddy divas me up afterwards with a fluffy towl. The feeling is magical. Daddy says it's his James Brown cape move. I don't know what that means. The important part is that I've done a 180 for the better. Keep the baths coming. "Shower me with your love."

Howdy Ho Gangstas!

Listen – I’ve been meaning to confess a little something, and I hope you won’t think less of me. My Daddy….umm…er….is kind of a dweeb. I’m not ashamed to say it, but I’m wondering if any of you out there have noticed his weird idiosyncrasies (check my ever improving vocab). I love him and all, and in general he’s an okay guy, but I wonder if I’m headed for the same weird destiny sometimes.

Featured in the above are my Uncle Geoff, Daddy of course, and my Uncle David. Mommy calls this trio “The Original Dweebs.” Their tastes are odd, their dialogue embarrasses one for them, and their behavior has evoked more head shakes the exploits of the Kardashians. As Daddy’s the oldest, you’d think he’d set a better, non-dweeblike example. Nope. Instead he encourages the dweebish ways of his brothers and looks upon them with pride.

My mommy (being the saint she is) humors daddy from time to time. Prior to my birth, mommy bought me a Superman onsie as she thought it was cute, but more importantly, feeds into Daddy’s dweebish obsession with fictional comic book characters. I threw Daddy a bone and wore the Superman dweebfit (and will again) in tribute to The Original Dweebs. The photo shoot of my adventures in dweeb-humoring behavior is featured below.

What’s up Chucks?? Miss me??

I know it’s been a long time since I sent you some love, but I kinda took a little excursion this week. More to follow on that in the next couple of days. For now I thought I’d share some videos with ya…….

Beloved,

This just in: My Mommy’s the bomby. She hangs out with me and plays with me all day. When I get fussy and upset, she sings. She takes long walks with me too. In case you didn’t know I eat my weight every day. Mommy always obliges my hunger needs….even in her sleep. What’d YOU do today???

Oh hi Suckas!

No big deal, but I got all dolled up again in a new dress that Daddy picked out for me and went to another wedding. How many dresses did you get to wear in the last couple of weeks? Daddy told me that people might “hate on me.” I’m starting to think someone else should be heading up my English lessons because that “hate on me” phrase sort of malfunctioned my fragile grammar mechanisms.

Me and Daddy's Cousin Jim

The Bride and Her Daddy...Maybe I can take one of those with Daddy someday. Daddy told me that thought required his breathing into a paper bag. He's weird.

Just me and the fam, no bigs.